My Sweetest Poems

“Thank you.. for the jasmine necklace. And you laughed at me.. And I thought you knew the meaning of the jasmine bracelet that a man brings to you.. And I thought you understood… And you sat in a corner combing your hair and dripping perfume from a bottle, and murmuring. A French-sounding tune, a tune as sad as my days. Your feet in the brocaded slippers.. Two streams of longing. And I went to the wardrobe.. You take it off and put it on and I asked to choose what you wear, so is it for me? Is it for me that you beautify yourself?”
Behind him are thirty years and more of poetic experiences, and in front of him are twenty books and more that are his birth certificate, he picks the most beautiful shells from this sea, and despite that, choosing a few trees from a forest does not represent the reality of the forest, and picking thirty flowers and putting them in a vase.. is a great injustice to the garden.